Brenda Fassie was untouchable. She was like a Phoenix – she’d be consumed by her own flames, but rise from her ashes. I grew up reading everything written about her, watching and listening to all interviews. She was a subject in most of my speeches throughout primary and high school. I loved her energy – and mostly envied her ability to get away with saying the craziest things. When news reports announced her coma – I took it lightly – it was Brenda Fassie, she’d rise from this. Her demonic relationship with drugs didn't bother me. I always believed she’d kick the habit and live to tell the world how bad drugs were. For me that coma in April/May 2004 would be her final wake up call. But my Brenda Fassie didn't wake up . She didn't rise to tell us about her near death experience. My heart was broken. A collection of essays on an epic life. Bongani Madondo’s I’m Not Your Weekend Special brought to surface all the emotions, good and bad, I ...
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